“Hi.”
The man did a double-take as Quentin stared at him while he fidgeted with the apartment door lock. “Hi.”
“Are you alright?”
“…I think.”
“I’m sorry.” He leaned against his apartment door jam. “I’m Quentin. Quen for short.”
“Cameron. Cam for short.” He continued fidgeting with the lock. “Nice to meet you, Quen. Is this lock always this contrary?”
Quentin smiled and nodded as he stared at his new neighbor. “The last neighbors struggled at first, but got the hang of it after a while.”
“Well, I’m about to think this is a bad omen and go ask for my deposit back.”
Quen inhaled. “No. No, I’ll help you.” His gaze widened and he stepped back into his doorway as Cam glanced at him with a furrowed brow. “Do you want help?”
“Is knocking on your door every time I come home, an option?”
He ignored his initial thought, for how acceptable that scenario sounded, “I guess not.” then sighed and continued staring as his confusion increased. The man was beautiful, though in a unique and unusual way. …But he was heterosexual, and his instant infatuation made him suddenly uneasy.
Cameron was definitely male, but with the most beautiful quasi-feminine face he had ever seen. His eyes seemed to be made-up, but barely and with such skill, he wasn’t sure. His dark hair coiffed short on one side, but not a typical male cut. He was like no one Quen had ever seen, let alone met; a male with certain breathtaking feminine features, yet with mannerisms leaning toward masculine? More like, some unmeasurable place in-between …but he was sure of one thing. The person was mesmerizingly stunning.
He glanced down as Cameron finally jiggled the lock open, and noticed his clothing; a genderly ambiguous jeans and top …and crazy shoes.
“It’s nice meeting you.”
Cam’s voice broke his sudden daze. “Yeah. …It’s nice meeting you. Welcome to the building.”
“Thanks.”
He closed his door as Cam disappeared inside his apartment, and blinked in confusion. What just happened? What did I just witness? Is this real?
He grabbed his keys and headed to the nearest liquor store for a welcoming gift. He didn’t know exactly why. He had never given any other new neighbor one, but he suddenly wanted to be neighborly.
He unwrapped the bottles in his apartment, and cradled them as he knocked on Cam’s door, then stepped back as it opened. “Hi again.”
“Hi.”
“I just wanted to give you a welcoming gift.” He glanced down at the bottles. “Or three.” He presented the tequila and wine bottles.
“That’s sweet.” Cam stared for an awkward moment. “I guess you should come in?”
“Not if you’re busy, unless you need a hand moving?”
Cam glanced at the tequila label and smiled. “Are you a contestant in a most adorable neighbor contest?”
“No. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be …I promise not to be annoying. I just thought …its hard sometimes, being new to a place …that’s all.”
“Well, you and your three friends are definitely going out of your way to welcome me.” He placed the bottles on a counter. “But I don’t even have a glass yet.”
“I have two.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
He waved his arm. “We’ll do it another time. I’m sure you’re busy.”
“I was kind of heading out, but we can have a quick one.”
He blinked in confusion as he eyed the empty apartment. “I’ll get glasses.”
He walked calmly until he shut his door, then caught his own eagerness as he hurried. What am I doing? He sighed. Knock it off. This is ridiculous.
He took a few breaths to gather himself, then stacked two drinking glasses and filled another with ice. Okay …this is absurd. He’s pretty, but he’s still a guy. Okay …a gorgeous feminine guy, but still a guy …and you never. And you wouldn’t know where to start anyway. He inhaled again, then headed next door, showing a more normal smile as he handed Cam the glasses. “So… where you from?”
“The northeast, just inside the city limits. I just thought it’d be fun to be closer to the action, if you know what I mean. I also work close.” Cam pointed to the bottles. “What’s your pref.”
“I like them all.”
“Since I have to go soon, how about we have a little white wine.”
“Sure.”
Cam filled the smaller glasses with ice and began pouring. “So …what about you? How long have you been here?”
He accepted the filled glass. “About three years. I work close.”
“Nice.” Cam sipped the wine. “What do you do?”
“Programmer and code writer.” He sipped his wine then inhaled as Cam turned a certain way. The man was stunningly gorgeous! He turned and looked out a window. “You?”
“Retail. Retail management, actually.”
“I would have bet you were going to say, model.”
“Really.” Cam lowered his glass. “What makes you say that?”
“Because you’re frigging gorgeous.” He blinked hard. “Seriously. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you …guy or girl.”
“Well, that’s about the sweetest thing you could’ve said.”
“I can’t believe I blurted that out.”
Cam Ankara escort smiled wryly. “Did the wine loosen your tongue?”
“I guess so.” He chuckled as he scratched his head.
Cam straightened as he raised his glass. “Big strapping guy like you … I wouldn’t have guessed you were into guys.”
“I’m not.” His brows lowered. “Or …I didn’t think I was.”
“I didn’t mean to pry. I just never had such a strong and absolute compliment from a straight guy.”
“Well I’m sure you had more than one or two thinking it.” He motioned to the empty apartment. “Are you moving in later or starting from scratch?”
“More the latter, sorry to say.”
“I have some balcony chairs you can borrow, and a softer place to sleep if the floor gets uncomfortable.”
“Well, it’s a little bold and forward, but I appreciate the offer.”
“Oh no!” He raised his hand to his forehead, then ran his palm over his dark hair. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”
Cam lowered his chin and smiled as their eyes met. “Don’t be. I’m flattered by everything you’ve said and done so far.”
He emptied his wine glass, then exhaled as he motioned to the entrance. “Let me get you those patio chairs, then I’ll let you go.”
He placed the glass on the counter and hurried to his apartment, stacked both balcony chairs, then carried them next door. “They’re not the most comfortable…”
Cam shrugged. “They’re better than my current set-up.”
“Well if you want a change…or company …you’re always welcome to hang out on my sofa.”
Cam smiled after sipping his drink. “Does it come with more flattery?”
He frowned. “…And probably a little staring.”
“I’m probably going to take you up on the offer. You’re a definite ego boost.”
He squinted as he stared. “You’re really not a famous model or actor or somebody?”
Cam huffed. “Yeah. And I’m renting this place to get away from all the paparazzi.” He patted Quentin’s shoulder. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t blow my cover. … Damn.” Cam playfully squeezed Quen’s shoulder as they walked to the door. “That’s impressive.”
Quen’s brows rose as he watched Cam’s hand leave his shoulder. “Gotta offer something back.”
He didn’t really need motivation, but he suddenly realized he had a reason to continue his workout regimen.
“Touché.”
Quen turned as he entered the hall. “Have a good night.”
“You too, neighbor. And thanks for the gifts.”
“You’re welcome.” He entered his apartment, then faced his door after shutting it. Holy fuck … I need to get laid.
He spent the next hour working out with the free weights in his bedroom as he tried to reason with the unusual physical attraction he felt for his new neighbor. Cameron just didn’t fit into his normal understanding of the male female continuum, and though he had the normal fantasies of a typical male, he couldn’t recall ever having a specific infatuation or curiosity about a specific guy …until now.
But Cameron was definitely not his definition of typical. Everything from the man’s cheekbones, to hair, eyes, and lips had a distinct beauty that transgressed both masculine and feminine stereotypes. Even his body wasn’t typical, nor did he carry himself like the stereotypical concept of either gender.
He spent the next few days thinking about Cameron, and the thoughts soon turned into fantasies at night. He could picture his neighbor when he shut his eyes, and as the picture faded over time, his desire to see Cam strengthened.
He knocked on his neighbor’s door when he came home from work, and his heart beat with an unexpected thrill as Cam answered. “Hi. I was thinking about making pasta, which I’ve been making since my grandmother taught me when I was young, and I was wondering if you feel like coming over for dinner.”
“That’s funny because I was going to knock on your door and invite you to a get-together I’m hosting tonight. You’ll meet all my friends and get to know each other better.”
“Okay. I can make us dinner another night?”
Cam smiled. “Absolutely. See you around nine?”
“Okay.”
He sat and fidgeted until nine-twenty, then grabbed a wine bottle on his way out, and his neighbor’s door opened while he knocked. He inhaled as he entered the crowded room, looking for Cam, then felt his smile grow as he heard the familiar voice. “Hi neighbor.”
He presented the bottle. “Hey, Cameron.”
Cam glanced at the extended gift. “This is informal. You’re on your own, finding an opener and a glass, but when you’re done, I’ll introduce you to my friends.”
He nodded as his smile grew. Something to do, definitely beat standing helpless and awkwardly alone. He eyed the crowd as he opened the bottle and poured a glass. The group sure didn’t look like any crowd he’d encountered, now or in the past, but he found the newness intriguing.
The hours passed quickly and he made new friends while sharing a few laughs. He noticed the group finally thinning and turned to Cam. “I’ll help you clean Ankara escort bayan up if you want, since my commute is pretty short.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it. The one thing this group doesn’t do, is make that specific offer.”
They began gathering bottles and cans and the remaining friends received the hint and started leaving. Quen continued helping until they were alone. “I had a great time. Thanks for inviting me.”
“I saw and I’m glad. I can’t date anyone who doesn’t like my friends.”
Quen straightened and froze and Cam chortled as he swayed his head playfully. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No. Just a little surprising.”
“Why?” Cam casually continued collecting cups, cans and bottles. “Don’t you think so too?”
“I … I…” He stood, frozen.
Cam glanced at him as he continued cleaning. “When I wasn’t catching you watching me, my friends were whispering it in my ear, all night long. They’re wonderful, but they’re the worst gossips you’ll ever meet.”
Cameron glanced at him as he remained immobilized, then walked closer. “I know you want to, but do you think you can? Are you ready?”
“I’ve never been more sure and so confused in my life. Sure that I want to. Lost for how and what to do.”
“I love it. Oh, there’s one other thing you should know.” Cam stepped intimately close as they faced each other. “I’m a top. And I like taking the lead.”
He swallowed hard.
“Because you may think I’m the most beautiful guy you ever saw, but you have one of the cutest weightlifter asses I’ve ever seen.”
The confusing reaction he felt, made his eyes widen. “Really?”
“Oh, definitely. I’ve been waiting to bite it since I first saw you walk away. So …shall we?”
He swallowed again. “Yes.”
Cam wrapped his arms around him, then slid his hands down, before pressing his lips against Quen’s, and Quentin’s eyes shut as his lips parted. His heart raced. He had never kissed a man before, and the experience was proving more erotic than his most daring fantasies.
He wrapped his arms around Cam’s neck and rested them on his thin shoulders, then realized the close-up beauty he was missing and opened his eyes …and the view continued mystifying him. He was kissing a man! A sexually androgynous man, but a man nonetheless! And he could feel his heartbeat increase in response.
He concentrated on Cam’s tongue exploring his mouth. Was he really letting this happen? He wasn’t gay …or at least, wasn’t up to now. Was he really going to explore the other side of masculine sexuality? He had never experimented before, nor had he any previous inkling to do so. Why was this male soliciting desires so different than anything he had ever felt before?
The extended kiss broke softly and Cam smiled as he loosened his grip on Quen’s ass. “So, what do you think?”
He stared into Cam’s deep, gorgeous eyes. “I used to think I was heterosexual, but right now, I want to do whatever it takes to be everything you want.”
“Whatever it takes?”
“Everything.” He became momentarily distracted by Cam’s erogenous beauty as he pressed his open lips to Cam’s; suddenly yearning to relive their first kiss, then swallowed hard and refocused as the surprisingly tender kiss ended. “Will you teach me?”
“Teach my new virginal boyfriend, the ways to please his man?”
He didn’t know why Cameron’s words were both frightening and sensual, but the implication of his request and Cam’s reply were obvious. He wanted to explore intricacies he never imagined he’d be interested in learning.
Cam stared at him as their lips remained teasingly close. “Shall we leave the rest of this mess and go to your place for the night?”
The question made his heart flutter, and he knew his answer would change so many things he once believed …but this man was too beautiful to refuse. “Can we?”
…His answers …were they meant as submissively as they sounded? For all he had previously thought, was he now really willing to be someone’s gay lover? Yes, he was stunning …but the chemistry, from the moment they met, was even more inexplicable.
He let his mind go blank as he ignored past self-identifiers, and followed a surprisingly intense inner desire. His actions seemed like a surreal fantasy as he took Cam’s hand and walked him to his bedroom; not sure what to expect, though he knew he was about to do things, previously kept secretly and solely locked in his imagination.
He locked his apartment door, then regripped Cam’s hand and led them to his bedroom.
“Are you alright?”
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are, and that you’re coming to my bedroom.”
“Did you ever do anything like this before?”
He followed Cam’s lead and began unbuttoning his shirt. “No. Never.” But never had he seen someone so perfectly equidistant from both male and female paradigms.
He continued following Cameron’s lead as they undressed, then Cam glanced at the bed. “Which side is yours?”
“The middle.”
Cam giggled. “That’s Escort Ankara perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” He eyed his new friend’s alluring androgynous body..so smooth and inviting. He glanced down further and his heart jumped. Part of Cameron was definitely male …and he knew he was about to become extremely intimate with that part. He reached for his own cock as he felt it begin to grow.
“You’re pretty impressive yourself. I usually don’t get to play with someone so muscularly masculine.”
He felt himself blush. “Thanks.”
Cam lifted the edge of the blanket. “Shall we?”
He inhaled then took the blanket’s edge as he followed Cameron underneath. “You’re staying the night?”
“If you want.”
“I do …a lot.”
Cam turned and faced him, then snuggled close, and their mouths met as they explored their most passionate kiss, but Quen found himself distracted by the hard cock pressing against his. “God …you’re so sexy.”
“I hope you continue saying that. I love the way it sounds.” Cam’s smile turned to squinted curiosity as he stared into his eyes. “I never fucked someone who seemed so intense and contemplative. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m sorry. I’m just so into you… This is so intense for me right now.”
“You’re breaking barriers, aren’t you.”
“God, yeah. But I promise I’ll lighten up after our first time, but right now, I just want this to be as intense as it feels.”
“I love how momentous this is for you.”
He reached behind Cam and slid his hand over his smooth writhe body. “You’re so gorgeous …and I’m so attracted to you …I want to do things, I never imagined I’d do.”
“Why don’t you start with this.” Cameron took his hand and placed it on his erect cock.
He swallowed hard as he felt its warmth, confused by where his hand was, yet so intrigued by the current possibilities.
“What do you think?”
“It’s…” He leaned closer and their open mouths joined for a long intense kiss.
Cam smiled as the kiss ended, then wrapped his hand around Quen’s hard cock. “You were saying?”
Quentin’s breathing intensified. “It feels amazing.”
Cam pressed on his head as he scooted up toward the headboard. “Now tell me how it tastes.”
His heart jumped at the playful demand. He was about to taste cock for the first time and his mouth salivated. He moved until his lips were teasingly close, then gripped Cameron’s throbbing cock. “Is it okay if I stare at you while I do this?”
“Wow. You’re really infatuated.”
Quen inhaled and kissed the tip before opening his mouth and letting Cameron’s cock slide over his tongue, then smiled as he let it slip from his lips. “…Completely.”
“Do you like it? What does it feel like, sucking your first cock?”
“Intense. Like …god, I’m so lucky to be sucking his dick.”
“Will you feel as lucky when you’re laying under me and I’m enjoying your tight virgin ass?”
“I have a feeling, I’m gonna get off, satisfying you.”
“I feel like a rock-star.” Cam’s breathing deepened as Quen began sliding his cock back and forth in his mouth. “Are you sucking your idol or something?”
“Better …my fantasy.”
“Are you alright with my friends knowing we hooked up?” Cameron swallowed hard as the pleasure grew. “It means they’ll know you did what you’re doing.”
Quen kissed the underside after letting Cameron’s cock slide from his open mouth. “I don’t care who knows.”
“And you really want to please me?”
Quen stared into Cameron’s eyes. “Definitely.”
“I like blowjobs.” Cam paused as he concentrated on the oral pleasure he was receiving. “Not just dick-sucking.”
Quen felt his hard cock pulse and his erotic enjoyment build as he paused waiting for further explanation.
“In other words …I want my lover to finish the job …completely. And like the result.”
He didn’t acknowledge the demand, but instead, shut his eyes and practiced the movements he knew he’d have to master to keep Cameron content.
Cam’s hand on the back of his head, broke his concentration, and he looked up.
“But not this time. Right now, I’m enamored with that sweet muscular ass and I feel like playing inside.”
His lower stomach tingled at the thought. Not even he had touched himself there for sexual pleasure.
“But I must admit, your oral skills are pretty good for a newbie. Do you like it enough to want to do it often?”
He exhaled, thinking about the implication, and its expected frequency. “I do.”
Cam pulled him up till they lie face to face, then gasped as he caressed Quin’s cock. “Oh! Sucking my cock made you hard! Oh my …real hard!”
He felt more embarrassed than proud, but it was the truth. He had been harder than ever, while sucking his first dick.
“You really like it, don’t you.”
“Yeah.” He shook his head, almost unnoticeably. He really did like sucking Cameron’s cock more than expected. What was it about him that made him so erotically sensual?
“I think I have to taste my new man.”
His heart responded so strongly, he felt the blood pulse in his forearms.
“I guess you want to watch me?”
“Yeah. It’s just that… I might cum really quick, watching. No one as pretty as you …not to mention that you’re a…”
Cam grinned, then playfully tilted his head. “I’m a…?”